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Galaria
New Warrior
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About Me
Hello! Call me Gala or Sass! I'm one of the originals of the Ren! I'm very happy to be back. I am a 25-year-old, intermediate-level of writing with many ideas and much time on her hands! Please, come stop by and say hi! I love making new friends and plotting!
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Post by Galaria on Jun 11, 2023 22:14:06 GMT
 "Your eyes speak the TRUTH even when everything else LIES." |
OOC: Any OOC notes can go here | TAGS: Riley |
Despite the warning of Bayou, it had been days since Miku had encountered another living soul. Not that she was particularly hiding; she had no fear of running int these 'clan' cats Bayou had mentioned and she made herself well at home at her make shift camp; she would have to find a better spot further in the Beech trees for that - but she had needed the break from wandering around and instead focused her energy on familiarizing herself among the lands that felt like walking through a nostalgic dream.
The area was not particularly lavish - but the Beech trees were large and in full swing of the season, casting as much shadows for shade from the generally hot sun and made good for viewpoints when she dared to climb them to perch on a branch. It was a good place as any to make herself at home. Running water was not too far away although from what Miku imagined it ran through the territory of this so called Riverclan.
Her head hadn't stopped hurting her since her meeting with Bayou though; her nights filled with endless clips of shadows and foggy dreams of familiar cats. Sounds of kittish laughter and the feel of having a purpose. She chalked this up to simply being in an area she vaguely remembered; perhaps not by her mind but her heart certainly found itself stuck among the roots of this part of the forest.
She'd scouted around the area as well for the herbs she had grown up learning about - mentally ticking off where to find them and what they were used for just to give herself something to do. But this morning something felt off. Something about the wind as it blew through the trees making them rustle above her head whispering of something important to come later. It was putting her on edge.
Was this the day that she would finally come in contact with the Riverclan residence? The she-cat didn't know but she told herself whatever may come she would keep her mind open and she'd welcome the interaction...until it proved that it was not for her better health, that is.
And so she did what she had done every day for the last few mornings. She woke up and sought her breakfast. There were plenty to choose from. Mice that danced among the tree roots, squirrels that played tag up and down the trees and it's sturdy branches, and the birds that searched for food. As she tracked the scent of a forest mouse the breeze had drifted with it's current her way the scent of another feline.
It smelled familiar - like the same scent Bayou carried. Like the river, the fish that swam in it and buried beneath it the scent of...familiarity. But it was not Bayou. Miku knew that much and so as much as she was curious to see this unknown figure she made sure to keep herself on guard as she tracked her morning breakfast.
She found the mouse nibbling on something not too long after she started tracking it down and she was pleased to know she didn't have to look far any longer. But as she crouched and began to stalk it a sound even she heard caused the mouse to dart into a hole in the ground and disappear.
"Fiddlesticks!" Miku murmured rising to her paws again. That was a waste of time.
She heard the rustling and the sound of paw pads as they traveled closer and she all but fully turned to face the newcomer with a gleam of frustration in her eyes but a calm composure as a figure pressed through the brush and into the clearing she had been in half hidden by some bushes of her own.
"I hope you know you made me lose my breakfast." she spoke up making her presence known but there was no real malice behind her words as she made her appearance from her hiding spot...unaware that this new comer would be the key to the many moons of fog she had clouding her memory.
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